SUCH A BORING CLASS,EH? [OPEN]

[KISARA MIKAZUKI]

SOMETIMES I FIND IT HARD
• to believe there's someone else who could be •
JUST AS MESSED UP AS ME

The teacher lectured about the laws of physics, and what not. In the back of the classroom, Kisara wasn't quite paying attention and honestly she didn't quite care too. To her school wasn't that bad, it's just when you get the teachers who do nothing but lecture their classes the whole hour, it feels like a living hell. She mumbled a few words to herself, as she looked out the nearest window. She let out a sigh. It was such a nice day and yet she was cooped up in the classroom. Her blue eyes closed momentarily before opening as she rested her elbow on her desk, and let out a sigh, staring longingly out the window. She couldn't wait until this class was over, because at the given chance. She might just bolt outside. Who knows, or maybe she'd go to her next class a bit late, so she could go outside an enjoy the fresh air.

A yawn escaped from her as she looked around her classroom, and chuckled quietly under her breath. Their were some students struggling to keep awake, others who were already asleep, and others just as discontented with these class as she was. She felt eyes upon her, and her eyes looked and saw the teacher's upon her, giving her a warning look for her to be quiet. Softly she nodded, putting an innocent smile on her face. Wow, that teacher must have supersonic hearing to hear a low giggle like that. It made her wonder if the teacher was truly human. She shook her head, rolling her eyes, as she looked out the window knowing that must have been somewhat of the thinking about this teacher among most of the students.

She brushed a hand through her hair, and looked out the window again. It must have been great to be out there right now. Almost as if to ruin her moment, the teacher shouted at the class. About the importance of paying attention in class, and asking if they really cared to be in school, if they wanted to fail, and how privileged they all were to be sitting in a classroom such as this. Subconsciously, she rolled her eyes. She agreed with what the teacher was saying, but honestly did it have to be that boring? She would have loved to say that to the teacher, but knew it would do no good. It would only get her a ticket straight to the principal's office. That was really no fun.

She just wished this class would end, it was unbelievably boring to her. She pulled out her ipod, and plugged the headphones in, and started listening to Skillet's song "Would It Matter." She put the volume down low, but enough to wear it could blast in her ears without anyone else being able to hear it. At this point, she needed to drown out that teacher's rambling. To her this was just the way to do it.

TAGGED ! anyone, :3
WORDS ! 489
OUTFIT ! CLICK
LYRICS ! sometimes by skillet
TEMPLATE ! PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION
NOTES ! blah blah

[DAKOTA SAFFRON]

Laws of physics, laws of smisince.
Dakota was drawing the most random of things, a Llama pooping rainbows; the class room was silent besides the laughter of kids rang through the room. The sun beated down on her skin, how warm it was. She wished we could all just take a break. Most the kids were asleep by this point in class for the teacher was so boring.

After the drawing inspiration flow stopped about half way through class she remembered the bag of rocks she had in her pocket. "Wonderful" she whispered to herself. Struggling to open her binder she found a ruler. Excellent, exactly what she was looking for. She loaded up the ruler and aimed for the teacher and then, bang! It hit the teachers back. The kids that were still awake and paying attention laughed as the teacher turned around and walked toward her desk and whispered "Detention, meet me after class." The teacher turned around and whacked Dakota on the back with her pointing stick.

Forgetting everything the teacher said she took out her sleek black mp3 player and turned it on so she could daze off looking out the window wishing how much she could get out there. The bell rang right when Panic! At the Disco came on in her playlist. She looked around the room and saw most the kids were drooling on their text books.. eww. While she was looking around a girl with purple hair caught her eye. All she could think of is was 'is it dyed or is that her natural color?'. Sneaking through the class of waking up kids she got out of the class room without the teacher seeing her. How nice it was to have a teacher that never payed attention to what you were doing.